Title: With a Son's Love

Rating: K+

Warnings: Spoilers from Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.

Summary: It has been twenty years since Will Turner began his duty on the Flying Dutchman. His son, William Turner III, is losing the love of his life, watching his mother deteriorate, and his sister grow up without her father's love. William is desperate to make everything right. But how far will he go to achieve that?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone who reviewed to Part I. I really appreciate it. It does a writer good to get some props every now and then. So, without further ado, here is Part II. Enjoy!

William gently opened that door to his house, the trunk under his arm. As soon as he stepped through the door, a small child collided with his legs. He laughed, setting the trunk down on the floor. He then picked her up, twirling her around in the air. "Hi Jamie."

Jamison giggled as he set her back down on the ground. She leaned over the trunk, listening to the heartbeat inside. Just like William, she had been told her father's story on her fifth birthday. Every evening since, she took a few minutes to listen to his heart. Elizabeth once told her that it beat for her. She could barely wait for her father's homecoming.

"How's Ella?" Jamison asked, tracing the intricate lock on the chest with her small fingers.

"She'll be better soon," William replied. Being so young, she did not understand her brother's meaning.

"Oliver Pinks doesn't believe me, Willy," Jamison pouted, making her way to the kitchen.

William followed her, placing the trunk on the table by the stairs that led to the second floor. "About what?" he asked as he took a seat at the table across from his younger sister.

"He said my father couldn't be the Captain of the Dutchman."

William sighed at the mention of it. "Well, your buddy Oliver doesn't know what he's talking about."

"You'll see tomorrow, Jamie," their mother said as she walked into the kitchen. "What took you so long, William?" You managed to miss dinner." She placed a plate of cold fish in front of him.

"Sorry, mother," he said as he took a bite. He swallowed before giving her a smile. "I just had a lot of thinking to do."

Elizabeth paused, staring at her son. There was an odd gleam in his eyes. She could not quite place it but she was sure she had seen it in her husband before. She tried telling herself it was due to Estella but she knew it was a lie. Her son was up to something.

"Tell me again what will happen tomorrow, mother," Jamison pleaded, sitting on her legs anxiously. She gave her mother a giant smile and big, round, brown eyes.

Elizabeth smiled, taking her seat at the table. One seat remained open. Even though he had only been to the Turner household once, the head seat was still reserved for their father. It was a daily testament to the fact that they did indeed have a father.

"We'll go to the cliffs over there that overlook the sun setting on the horizon." She turned to look out the window at the current sunset. William watched her as she stood up, crossed to the window, and gazed longingly at the horizon. She was then bathed in the heavenly rays of orange and pink. A fallen angel awaiting her lover. "As the sun sets, we'll hold our breaths without realizing it. Then, at the moment the sun ducks below the horizon, keep your eyes open and you will see a brilliant flash of green overtake the sky. Out of no where, a ghostly, sea worn ship will appear. And then, standing on the edge of the boat, awaiting the first glimpse of his family in ten years, will be your father. William Turner II."

Her hand went to her heart as tears came to her eyes. William could hear it in her voice. It was so close that it was almost too much for her to bear. "Ten year is too long," she whispered to the horizon.

She then turned around and kneeled in front of her daughter. "He'll be so happy to meet you. How he longed for a daughter to spoil and protect." She stroked Jamison's face as the tears fell from her eyes. "You have his eyes…just like William. Sometimes I swear I can see him looking back at me through the two of you." She sighed, wiping the tears from her face. "You two were the best gifts he could have given me."

Jamison gave her mother a tight hug. "I can't wait to meet father, too, mum."

William himself felt tears coming to his eyes. Jamison needed a father. He had tried for nine years to be that sort of role model for her but he could never substitute for the real thing. Being a father was a precious gift, something his father deserved to experience for more than a day.

"Mother," William said, laying a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with a ghost of a smile. "Why don't you go to bed? I'll take care of Jamison."

Elizabeth nodded. She grasped the edge of the table to stand up, closing her eyes at the thought of what it meant. She gave Jamison a kiss on the cheek and William one on the forehead. With one last look at the now dark horizon, she retired to her room. But William knew that she would not be able to sleep tonight. She would place the chest on her bed and lay with her head on it, listening to the steady beat of her lover's heart.

"She really misses him, huh, Willy?" Jamison asked, coming to sit on her brother's lap.

"Oh, very much, Jame," William said, smiling down at her. "I do too. He's a wonderful man, our father."

"Will he like me?" she asked, looking worriedly up at her brother.

William stroked her hair, laughing softly. "Of course, Jamison. He loves you already." Jamison gave William a hug before heading to her room to get ready for bed.

William sighed as he got up to go out on the veranda off of the living room. He sat down in one of the wicker rocking chairs. He held his face in his hands as he pondered the whole situation. Anyway that he looked at it, his family was going to be in pain. It seemed inevitable. His family had been dealt a poor hand since the first William Turner. But the question was what would cause them less pain? His mother, gradually growing old, needed her husband by her side. The life in her eyes was slowly but surely fading away. Jamison needed a father before another man became the most important man in her life. But would it be the right choice in the end? It could not be undone.

"Tell me the story of Davy Jones, Willy," Jamison said, jumping into his lap once again. Besides stories of her father, the story of the old Captain of the Flying Dutchman was her favorite.

"Davy Jones was just an ordinary man," William began. He closed his eyes and listened to the waves break on the beach miles below. "Now, Davy Jones was a sailor and he loved the sea. The sea came to love him and his gentle nature as well. One day, the sea showed herself to Davy Jones."

"Calypso," Jamison breathed. She turned her head towards the sea as well.

"Yes. Calypso and Jones had quite the romance. An ill-fated one, but a romance nonetheless." William let off a soft chuckle. He hated irony. "Since she trusted and loved him so much, Calypso entrusted Jones with a precious and important job. She made him Captain of the Flying Dutchman. He was to go to the other side, the land of the dead, and ferry the souls that died at sea to a better place. He had to do this for ten years straight before he could step on land again and be with her.

"And so Jones did that job for ten years, never straying. Then, finally the day came for him to step on land. He returned to place where Calypso promised she would be after his ten years of service. However, she was not there. Jones was furious at her betrayal. So, he staged his own betrayal. He called upon the nine most feared pirates throughout the world. This was the first meeting of the Brethren Court. He gave them the knowledge they needed to trap Calypso in human form. The pirates wanted to control the sea so they were happy to do it, never questioning his motives.

"But this revenge was not good enough for him. His heart still ached because of her rejection. So, he cut out his heart and locked it away so it could never bother him again. He then stopped performing his duties. Because of this, he turned all tentacle-ly and began to cause more havoc and death on the sea."

Jamison looked up at her brother, her eyes full of wonder. William laughed since she knew what was coming. He got up and sat her down on the chair he had been sitting in. He paced back and forth in front of her, looking angry. "Death," he began, speaking in a poor Scottish accent, "is upon you. Why not postpone the judgment for a hundred years and serve me on my ship." Jamison shook in front of him, biting her lip to keep from laughing. William got down in her face, looking her straight in the eye. "Do you fear death, Jamison Turner?"

Jamison set a defiant look on her young face. She shook her head. "No!"

"Well, then, Miss Turner," William said, standing up, "Off to bed with you!"

"Awe," Jamison said laughing. She stood up, walking back into the house. William followed her, closing the doors and drawing the curtains. Together, they walked upstairs and into Jamison's room. She jumped into bed and grabbed the stuffed octopus Elizabeth had made for her after hearing about the Kraken. William pulled the covers over her. "I love you, Willy," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

William smiled, brushing some of her golden hair off her forehead. "I love you, too, Jamison. Sleep well." He then blew out the candle, walked out, and closed the door. He headed towards his room, not ready for the restless night he knew was ahead of him.

Well, there you have it. Part II. I hope it did not disappoint. Part III is still running around in my muddled head and I keep adding in ideas. Hopefully it will be posted by Tuesday at the latest.

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